A sudden breeze
blows your skirt up
above your knees
then your thighs and then your waist
to reveal French lacy high cut panties.
You shout: 'Oh look...'
(as if I weren't looking enough)
'I'm like Marylin Monroe...'
I say: 'I know...I know...
in THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH'
Your image
burning like an icon
in my mind
a fossil of
the love
that's left behind,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'A fossil of the love that's left behind.' I love that line. Again you capture a beautiful image...very flirty and funny and tender. ginaXXX